In 1985, the band Coil released a cover of the song Tainted Love. In the booklet for the Scatology CD on which it appears, there was a photo of the two core members, John Balance and Peter Christopherson and text indicating that at publication some relatively small (but shockingly large if you knew them) number of people in the UK had died of AIDS. 184, if I recall correctly.

In the early 1980s, when it was obvious that the vast number of westerners dying of HIV were gay or drug users, the religious right could point at the victims and claim it was divine punishment for sin. What had yet to name itself the Reality-based Community saw this demagoguery for what it was, and fought hard to get some recognition for what was actually happening: a health crisis of vast proportions. The fact that President Reagan would not utter the name of the disease until it was well past time that a concerted effort could have eradicated it. (In a 1982 press conference, White House spokesperson Larry Speakes laughed about it when a reporter asked about the 600 cases then diagnosed.) And now (though we don’t talk about it much), millions of people are still infected with it, with numbers growing primarily in Africa (for a variety of well-researched reasons), but in the west as well.

The BBC yesterday morning indicated that in the latest outbreak of Ebola, 4417 people had died of the disease. Most of them Black and most of them not in the West. The Onion ran a headline to the effect that ‘we’re only fifty white people from a cure for Ebola‘. If only. Papers yesterday ran editorials pointing to slashed medical research budgets in the US being key to our not having an effective and mass-producible treatment for Ebola. Shocking as fuck, that one. As is the fact that the US doesn’t have a surgeon general because the NRA of all groups objected to President Obama’s nomination.

Rachel Maddow reported two nights ago that new cases are coming up in Africa at a rate of 1000 per week and are on track to increase to 10,000 per week in the coming months. And how does the US react to its first case? The family of Thomas Edward Duncan were quarantined in the house where he fell ill for, what, a week? With his sweat and vomit soaked bedding, and no one would step up and take them in. Christian charity finally came in the form of a Dallas county official who secured them rooms in a private home. In all of Texas, *no one* else stood up? Big fucking state to have so many cowards. Would I step up? I don’t know. When Ebola comes to NL, we’ll see if our infrastructure is up to the task. I wish I could say ‘If Ebola’, but given the current spread, I think it’s unlikely to stay in small African countries about which the rich countries couldn’t give two farts.

I’m not sure when I last wrote a poem – for a few years I wrote about one a week and have a bit of a trove. I started this one several weeks ago and came to the last few lines last night…

Poetry, I’m told, is a young person’s game.

I gave it up, as old men give up war and the battlefield of love,
I gave my pen to the deeper pursuits of failed novels, epics of
Unemployed suburban youth.

The anger between the wars, I could mould it in my hand,
Infidelity, injury, and muddy marching boots took command
Of my inkpot and pen.

My voice soft, as if speaking with neither guilt nor pride,
“This decade will surprise me if we get to the other side
Without a world war.”

Does shame lie, in the conflict of Sapphic stanzas,
Mining, as of old, those coffee house bonanzas,
Polite applause, and smoke?

Mars and the muse call me up as if indignation
were a ready schoolboy’s infatuation
This object first then that.

The horror expands as a fast receding ocean
Constructs of itself a wall fast in motion
Towards my hovels.

I don’t fear so much the wall of water,
But those who on great signposts totter
That read ‘New beachfront property.’

The last movie I saw in the theatre was Magic in the Moonlight which confirmed for me that Woody Allen has little or no use for women (or at this point character development). I’m about 90% sure it didn’t pass the test. The last movie I saw that did pass the Bechdel test? Frozen. That was a surprise.

Yes, the test was originally part of a satire, but it’s still not a bad starting point when creating a movie. Damn sad that it still seems to be a point to change when taking a script from paper to screen.

On the other hand, Bechdel was just awarded a MacArthur fellowship which is really bloody cool.

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Think about the last movie you saw. Were there two or more female characters? Did they talk to each other about something besides men?

The Bechdel test, created by Alison Bechdel, examines female roles in movies by asking three questions:

  • Are there two or more women in the film?
  • Do they talk to each other?
  • Is their conversation about something other than a man?

alison bechdel, dykes to watch out for From Alison Bechdel’s comic strip “Dykes to Watch Out For” (1985).

The test seems simple—women talk to each other about things besides men all the time in real life—yet a surprisingly high number of movies fail to represent this basic activity.

5540832_origThe test is so basic because it’s a standard that should be easy to pass. The fact that so many movies fail to achieve one, two, or all three of the test’s clauses highlights the rampant misogyny of the film industry. If a movie can’t…

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The problem with David Cameron? Well, there are many, but the one I’ve noted recently is that he promises a lot. He says ‘I’ll change things here, I’ll offer more, I’ll make this work better.’ But he doesn’t actually do things. He doesn’t address the parliament on these matters and work to change. He’s reacting. This week at the Conservative Party conference, he was reacting to UKIP defections by saying he’d scrap work protections and do a few other things out of the UKIP playbook.

In response to the approaching referendum on Scottish independence, he promised to devolve more powers to the Parliament in Edinburgh, among other things.

Reasonable as he often sounds, Cameron uses the tricks of the abuser and 9 year old boy. When he finds himself in trouble, or hears that his partner (Scotland, the right wing of his party) is trying to leave, he promises to do better. I cringe when I hear this kind of thing coming from his mouth because as a world leader, he’s supposed to put this stuff up front. Much as I despise Maggie Thatcher and just about everything she stood for in her leadership of Great Britain, when she had a move to make, she made it. Crushing the unions? She stepped up and got the job done. War with Argentina? Order the ships to be built. Cameron, on the other hand, realises he’s about to be punished and like a guilty child promises to do better.

National elections are getting close and these things seem to work. Did his promises work in Scotland? They might have done so. The matter there might also have had to do with Salmond’s great dearth of any actual plan. Among other things.

Why is this asshole lying to me? He says one thing in public, but can’t be trusted to follow through and secure the deal, or to step up and take responsibility for his vision. My feeling is that he doesn’t actually have one. He got into office because the population didn’t feel New Labour (aka Tory Lite) had anything more to offer. And he’ll retain his position until someone with more than a miliband of charisma comes to the fore from the Left. I vaguely recall when one of the characteristics we looked for in a leader was vision, as opposed to ‘that vision thing’. We still prefer it to the tinned thing that weasels like Mitt Romney offer, but we don’t hear it any more.

Time and again in that conference speech, Cameron says, ‘this is what a conservative government *will* do. At one point, he says he didn’t want a coalition government, that it was forced on him. It wasn’t forced: the Tories didn’t win a majority, therefore, to form a government required a coalition. The LibDems could have gone to Miliband and offered their services. The time of New Labour was over and they knew it. So, everything Cameron says he *will* do is based on whether he can secure a straight-up majority. The fact remains, that all these things he promises, he can negotiate in parliament. He can achieve many of them with the compromise a mature democracy engages in because that’s what mature people do. (Note, of course, that the US House of Representatives returned to nursery school about 5 years ago and there’s no sign the teacher is ready to let them go even to kindergarten.)

He talks about scrapping the travesty that is the zero-hours contract. If he were to put this to parliament tomorrow, he could get a win. Labour thinks they’re lousy as well. I’m pretty sure zero-hours contracts are a gift the Tories gave to business to take away more workers’ rights. Labour would welcome the opportunity to debate and vote. No need to wait for the election.

He addresses global business saying that Britain has ‘rolled out the red carpet…cutting red their tape and cutting their taxes…Now you must pay what you owe.’ Again: Put this to parliament. What a wonderful source of deficit-cutting income – Amazon and Starbucks and Apple paying taxes commensurate with what they earn doing business in the UK. Votes wouldn’t be unanimous, but parliamentarians not owned by big business would happily vote yes.

And again, on the opportunity to raise the income level at which taxpayers owe the top rate of 40%. No need to wait except if it’s a threat.

He also talks about differences in how the Tories and Labour view education, but that’s a matter for another post.

In the vain hope of convincing some colleagues to join tonight’s Swans adventure at the Paradiso in Amsterdam, I sent the following around.

I was unsuccessful, but perhaps a reader or two will be turned on to the unmitigated brilliance…

A good intro to what Swans are doing now *might be* this one:

  •  Avatar A slightly muddy live version from 2012’s The Seer. (Note the skinny tattooed guitarist in the white t-shirt)
  • No Words / No Thoughts Originally on the 2010 album My Father Will Guide Me Up a Rope to the Stars
  • Oxygen Appears on the latest album To Be Kind.
  • The Apostate From 2012’s The Seer.
  • A bit of history: New Mind, from 1987’s Children of God. (I didn’t realize the label had given the band a music video budget. This is about two years before they covered Love Will Tear Us Apart, and just as Jarboe (the female singer/keyboardist who isn’t part of the latest incarnation) joined the band. The skinny shirtless guitarist walking behind Gira is the same guy I pointed out in the Avatar video. I think he’s the only current member of the band whose participation goes back to the 80s.)
  • For a serious sonic adventure, dig Public Castration is a Good Idea, a live document from 1986 that captures their early intensity really well. (They brought Coward (track 5) into the set list for the 2010/2011 tour. (This video is indexed – you can click on the times in the track list.)
  • Blind Love from the 1987 tour document Feel Good Now always gives me the shivers. The evolution they made in just that one year is astounding.

The Jarboe (’87-’97) period produced some really brilliant stuff, but it’s not as representative of what they’re doing now. The final album of that period, Soundtracks for the Blind had some gorgeous creepy stuff. The Beautiful Days, Her Mouth is Filled With Honey, and Blood Section are recommended, but it’s an album to experience in its entirety.